Marked & Bonded

[TW: Dubcon]

"Here?" I echoed. My cheeks flushed red and my body grew hot with embarrassment. "In front of everyone?!"

What insanity was he spewing? How could this be a pack's tradition?

Werewolves had always been possessive when it came to their mates― alphas even more so than other wolves of lower rank. How could Damon Valentine be alright with the members of his pack seeing me naked?

He grinned, seemingly having read my mind easily. With the mark on my neck and the buzz thrilling through my veins, I wouldn't be surprised if he indeed could read it through the pack link. I couldn't hear anything of the like, however. Whatever it was — if it even existed — it was purely one-sided.

Maybe it was because I hadn't marked him as my mate, despite his mark now forever imprinted on my skin.

"I don't mind sharing," he casually said.

My eyes widened with horror. There was no false pretense anywhere in his ice-cold irises. Damon Valentine had every intention to live up to his words in the event I failed to obey.

And obey I did. My lips zipped shut as I glared hotly at Damon. As he wished, I remained silent otherwise, allowing hatred to be shown only from my gaze.

I was at least allowed that, for Damon made no comment about the glares of daggers that I shot him. Instead, he burst into laughter, smiling indulgently as he adjusted me in his arms.

"Blaise," he said, "if you will."

"Of course, dear brother," Blaise said with a toothy grin. He winked once at me, his grin widening. "Wishing your legs a speedy recovery, birdie."

I barely even had the chance to register Blaise's words before Damon brought me away from the event venue and the crowd. Blaise stayed behind, most likely to finish up whatever task it was that Damon had entrusted him. 

Even though the journey to the forest clearing felt like forever, Damon managed to cross it and return to the pack house which felt nearly instantly. He brought me to a room upstairs, kicking the door open with his feet before slamming it back shut the same way, then tossing me onto the bed.

I landed roughly, huffing in shock as I bounced on the mattress. I barely had the time to regain my axis before he came over and made quick work of my hands, rearranging them so that they were now free of any chains and bonds.

Before I could even rejoice in my sudden freedom, Damon's hand came to rest at the base of my neck. He didn't squeeze down so I wasn't choking by any means, but his grip was firm and didn't allow me much room to wiggle free. He had me between his knees, staring down with a wild grin on his face.

"I did not agree to this bond," I said, gritting my teeth as I tried to claw his hand off my neck, though to no avail.

"You did," he reminded me. "That mark on your neck is proof."

"A moment of weakness," I spat out.

He merely laughed. "More like many moments of weakness," he remarked. 

He then trailed a hand down my neck and through the valley between my breasts, playing with the lacy material of my lingerie dress.

I gulped. Wherever his finger had grazed my skin, he left a trail of sparks that only caused my goosebumps to rise. I shivered — a mixture of fear and pleasure — utterly and completely betrayed by my body's natural reactions to the mate bond between us.

He was right. Even if I didn't accept it, it was already complete. I had already been marked as his.

"Even with your mark on me, I will never mark you as my mate," I said instead, growling.

He nodded― the smile on his face caused me great unrest. Every second he continued with this leisurely, laissez-faire act only made me more and more anxious about what was to come. What was Damon Valentine scheming?

"I know," he said. "I am not planning to give you the chance to."

"What―?"

Before I could properly register his words, his lips came crashing down on mine, sealing it with a kiss. Our lips moved in sync, my body melting against his touch, body pliable to his every whim and word as I moaned from his touch.

"Good girl," he whispered against my mouth, his tongue darting in to intertwine with mine. It elicited only further pants and groans from me, my back arching.

Instead of using my hands to set myself free from his hold, I was now tracing the length of his body. My hands moved from his lower abdomen, grazing the outline of his strong abs, up his chest, before I wrapped my arms around his shoulder.

Damon growled and deepened the kiss, using more force than what was necessary. His warm breaths fanned heavily across my face when he finally parted, only to lean down again to press fiery kisses on the skin of my neck.

He sucked and moved down, letting the skin pop free from his lips every few seconds, the sensation increasing the closer he got to where he marked me. When he finally reached the two puncture holes near my shoulder, he licked it, causing my back to arch into his hold.

The mating mark was magic. That was the only explanation I had in my hazy mind.

Every inch of my conscious mind was against this man, reluctant to have him as mine, but the mark that he left on me had only opened the gateway to sin. Now, just having Damon Valentine anywhere near me was enough to drive me insane. Just the smell of him, the sound of his voice, and the touch of his skin against mine was enough to set my entire body aflame.

I was a moth drawn to his fire.

I was going to be burned for my mistakes.

Yet, this bond between us had me begging for it.

"You are mine, Harper," Damon said, murmuring against the mark.

I could feel him shuffling underneath, followed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I raised a leg as well, causing the short dress to hike up even further. For some reason, even though I knew where this was leading, my body ached for it.

It physically hurt to be apart when we could be whole.

"You got that?" he asked, his voice sending vibrations trembling down my body.

"Yes…" I gasped in reply.

"Mine."

I sharply sucked in a deep breath when his teeth punctured through my skin again, biting down hard on where he had marked me previously during the ceremony. Just as before, there was a rush of pain before a shot of pleasure burst forth, sending me into a state of euphoria.

The sensation was so intense that I hadn't even noticed that Damon had already lined himself against me. As soon as he bit down, he thrust in, causing me to cry out in pleasure. As he continued to move inside me, my eyes glazed over as waves of pleasure crested over me, drowning me in their waters.